Thanks for all the well-wishes; got me through a rough day. Worked until 1AM on my birthday. S'ok cause I did a lot of living this past weekend.

SX came up from Philly to see me and I showed her my city.

Saturday night we hit up a party that my friends Paolo and Cindy threw for me. Do you remember that last scene from It's a Wonderful Life where Geroge can't believe all the people that came out for him? Sorta how I felt.

On Sunday, SX and I grab brunch around the way. Then she gets ready to go. It's terribly sad. Terribly. My self-sabotaging's pretty much train on time.

Her: It's funny, I feel like we're breaking up and we were never together. Who knew I'd find a 35 year-old womanizer appealing? (pause) I like you, Logan.

Me: I like you too.

Her: (pause) Will you write about me?

Me: I like to keep some of my private life private. (pause) Do you want me to?

Her: (long pause) Yes. I want you to write about this weekend.

Ok then.

This weekend I had a beautiful girl come visit me for my birthday and we had an absolutely amazing time. But I discovered that I'm a lousy womanizer. Cause Paul and I stick to two rules:

Never lie.

Always leave people better off having met you.

Causea rule one, I never know if somea these people that cross my Venn Diagram'll cross them again. Causea rule two, I tell SX that she should be with that other guy because he can be there for her and I can't - then again, I'm no one's careful consideration.

I sighed this past weekend and SX asked me what I was thinking. I just smiled and shrugged.

But what I was thinking was that, My head knows I'm doing the right thing but it's never my head that pays the price.